Dear John Audiobook Novels & Stories

John hands me a cup of coffee and his fingers brush mine, as if testing the temperature of my skin. At night, when one sleeps and the other two keep watch, the conversations grow lower, more intimate. Demon tells me fragments of his past—nothing that fully explains the name on the sheet, but enough to feel like he’s giving me something he doesn’t give easily. John, on the other hand, speaks of places where snow never melts and of people he learned never to lose sight of—stories I can’t tell if they’re warnings or confessions.

he knows that I slept with John? He will kill me. Damn, I want to see him so much, his gaze, his husky voice when he is excited, the way he looks at me when he talks to me, his way of making love to me. Damn, how can you miss someone like that? I miss my love baby so much. John must be in his office; since this morning, his mood is darker. I feel like he’s not well. I feel a little sorry for him; he looks so depressed since the announcement of the pregnancy. I know I shouldn’t feel pity for him, but I can’t help it. He just makes me feel pity. I know he loves me—he loves me sincerely—but he came a bit late; he arrived when my heart was already occupied. Otherwise, I think I would have falle

And somehow… it was the most heartbreakingly sweet thing she’d ever seen. Now he was inside, clunky boots toe’d off at the door like he remembered the rhythm of this place. She hadn’t told him to, but he did it anyway, like muscle memory. The food was already on the counter, the bag halfway opened. John was in the living room, now completely immersed in the monster truck that screamed like a banshee when he pressed the tiny button. Every few seconds it shrieked, and Alli flinched, but Johnny just grinned and watched her son like he couldn’t look away.

His voice was cheerful, but it sounded strained, like he was holding himself together with tape. Elijah didn’t drink it even didn’t laugh. John’s forced cheer finally died. He sank into the chair beside the bed and took Elijah’s cold hand. “Eli,” he said, his voice cracking. “Talk to me. Please.” Elijah didn’t look at him. His voice, when it came, was hollow, like it was coming from the bottom of a well. “We can’t do this anymore, John. You’re… good. You’re sunlight. I’m a liar who’s been living in the dark.”

John said with a chuckle. “I will know if you ask questions without studying the book first.” John said. “But I tried reading the book once, I had terrible nightmares for a whole week and I never touched it since then.” Seth said. “You didn’t have a reason for reading it then, you do now. Get to work, the sooner the better. There should be a reason this is happening now.” John said and left. “Oliver, you heard him. What have you found out about the judge?” Seth said.

John explained "Even if she does survive, my father will continue to keep her captive just to use her to control me, my sister has been held captive and hidden all her life, she can not take a walk freely down the street because father doesn't want the world to know about her, she wakes up every morning with a nightmare of father putting a bullet through her brain, she has autism but father made her develop phobia for the world, I do not want her to wake up and go back to living such a life, such a life isn't worth living John and this is my only chance of freeing her from living such a worthless life and I must take this chance and make it work by all means necessary" Leonardo voiced and Jo

“Lira, you know I like you,” John sounded sincere. In the club, the two were drinking after they finished the meeting with their clients. “What?” Lira replied acting like having difficulty of hearing because of the loud music. She heard him but she was so surprised by his sudden confession. “I said I like you!” John shouted loud while drawing himself to her. “I’m sorry but the music is too loud. I can’t hear you!” Lira shouted too. She was not ready for John as her heart only belonged to one person.

My chest caved, finger digging into my trousers. “I get it,” John continued, “you were pissed and said things you didn’t mean.” His voice was low now. “There’s no way you’ll regret meeting me.” He added. I swallowed. “Yeah.” My voice came out thin. We talked. Or he did. While I listened, I answered when I could, like my thoughts were moving through fog before they reached my mouth. When I thought the shift would come, John jerked up. “Oh. Wait.” John said. “I want to show you something.”

“Yes, madam.” … The moment Sherry stepped into the study, John started ordering her around. “Bring me the sixth book on the second row of the rack.” He sat down on the leather chair behind the desk elegantly and stared at her. Sherry inhaled deeply and brought the book to him. John started reading. His eyes eventually became glued to the lines and lines of words, and he no longer ordered her around. Sherry stood there, waiting. Maybe because she had been standing for quite some time earlier, her legs and hip started to become sore, especially where she had gotten injured. The ache started to make her legs hurt quite badly.

Date = 8 November Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV - Melaena “This whole thing has been coming for a long time,” Uncle John says, his voice roughening, like the words are scraping their way out. “We just never thought it would touch you. Not like this.” He swallows hard. “Turns out … we were wrong.” The room seems to shrink. Even the house — this warm, beautiful dream of a place — feels like it’s holding its breath.